We're getting ready for school/work. Bella is dressed and ready to go, I'm putting a sock on with a croissant in my mouth... and Ryan is tottering around like a Thunderbirds puppet, shouting "UGH! ARGH! DA! DAdadada" etc. and waving a toy hammer around.
I say to Bella, through the mouthful of croissant, "your brother is bonkers."
Bella (aged 3) looks at me shrewdly and says "Takes one to know one, daddy!"
My initial irritation at the cheekiness of the responses melts into laughter as I reflect that I'm hopping around half-dressed, with a croissant in my mouth.
God bless the child & all that...